[Fashionable male model with a perfectly sculpted physique × innocent, wide-eyed college girl]
When Shen Jing showed up at the long-distance bus station with bags piled high, she made up her mind to escape her broken home.
She took all kinds of odd jobs and gigs, chasing money wherever she could find it.
A banquet was hiring greeters. She could earn 800 yuan by standing at the entrance all day in eight-centimeter heels, so she went without a second thought.
At the banquet, someone mistook her for a waitress and asked her to serve drinks. She'd never done it before, but for that 800 yuan, she gritted her teeth and went for it.
The thin heel caught in the plush carpet, and she stumbled hard. The red wine on her tray spilled all over a man's perfectly pressed suit pants.
The man looked like money personified. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "New to this?"
She didn't dare speak. She lowered her eyes and nodded.
The man stubbed out the spark at his fingertips, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and pointed to the stained trouser leg, his expression calm and serene.
"These are new, too. Thirty-eight thousand yuan. Not a penny less."
Qin Yi had always hated one kind of woman: the ones who used clumsy, cliched tricks to hit on him and gave him a headache. Dizziness, falling down... Oh, right, and spilling drinks.
He had to deal with it every few days. Every time, he made sure to teach them a lesson and never went easy, until he met a novice at hitting on men.
He asked her to pay him back, and she agreed straight away. But asking her to have dinner with him was harder than asking her to die.
He understood. It was a game of playing hard to get, and he planned to give her a taste of her own medicine. He'd leave her hanging for a while first.
On the first day he didn't reply, he saw her show up at a nightclub in heavy makeup.
On the second day he didn't reply, he saw her leave a hotel looking exhausted.
On the third day he didn't reply, he saw her climb into an old man's car, dressed to the nines.
On the...
Forget it. Three times was enough.
It wasn't as if he absolutely needed that thirty-eight thousand yuan.
So he rushed over to her in the middle of the night and shamelessly said, "Do me a favor, and we'll call it even on the thirty-eight thousand."
The girl blinked at him in confusion.
"What did you say?"
He impatiently tugged his tie loose, looking irritated.
"I said, kiss me."
To pay off the thirty-eight-thousand-yuan debt that had come out of nowhere, Shen Jing had no choice but to go to her creditor Qin Yi's house and tutor his younger brother, who was still in high school.
She hadn't even given three lessons when the brat, who hadn't even grown all his hair yet, secretly slipped her a note: "I like you. Please be my girlfriend."
Terrified, she immediately took a photo of it and sent it to his guardian and her creditor, then offered to quit to avoid any awkwardness.
Unexpectedly, her creditor replied with just two words.
"It's nothing."
Shen Jing: "???"
Creditor: [Quoted image] "Think about it."
Shen Jing's fingers flew as she prepared to let him have it.
Her phone dinged again.
"He wouldn't dare touch his sister-in-law."
Little notes:
1. Both leads are each other's first and only partner. Happy ending.
2. Five-year age gap.
3. The male lead is the one who throws himself at her.
[Blurb, December 8, 2025, archived]
Theme: A wrong turn can become a garden.
